cast in 18-carat gold. My grandfather keeps it in a backlit
shadowbox.

In my drawer, there’s a blood-coral cornuto because the dead

will play the same dirge in the dark for years. And what

is more haunted than the feathery music of fire?

This November, I’ll get it right. I won’t imagine Salvatore

and the revolving door jammed with bodies, or the flashover’s

chemical boom, like the trapdoor of an ancient tomb stunned open.

I’ll go back to Calabria and find myself at fourteen, reading

a mystery novel under a bergamot tree. I might miss T.V.

I might be extravagantly bored. I might talk about churches

where no one is lighting candles for dead relatives.

Whose stage are you on? Whose
pyreare you in? I’ll
ask myself

knowing I have to become someone else to answer this.

If, in the end, we get what we pay for, then I would like a receipt,

please. If, in the end, the band is playing Bell Bottom Trousers,

let that be his favorite song. Let him wade onto the dance floor,

into the slack-tide of a forgotten life; let him think of nothing—

When was this poem composed? How did it
start?

I started writing “Family Elegy in a
Late Style of Fire” during the summer of 2009, when I was living in
Tallahassee, FL and finishing a Ph.D. at Florida State University. The impetus was a found note in an old journal
about an account of the 1942 Cocoanut Grove Fire in Boston (in which 492
people were suffocated, trampled or burned to death in a nightclub). One of my
relatives died in the fire, and I found the act of imagining his history both
frustrating and fascinating. So, I guess this poem began with the impulse to
explore the messy intersections between public and private history, myth, story,
and imagination.

How many revisions did this poem
undergo? How much time elapsed between the first and final drafts?

I’m not sure exactly, but the poem has
been through more than twenty drafts. Initially, it was a page or two longer, and there
were more associative and temporal leaps. I spent about two months generating a
first draft, and I’ve returned to the poem periodically since the summer of
2009. In fact, I made a few cosmetic revisions last weekend, so “Family Elegy”
has taken more than three years to write.

Do you believe in inspiration? How much
of this poem was “received” and how much was the result of sweat and tears?

I believe in inspiration as that which brings
me to poetry, and work and artifice as the forces that make me sit down and
actually write something I’d want to read. It’s difficult for me to write when
I don’t feel moved or provoked. On the other hand, I have a hard time
constructing and revising poems when I’m not reading poetry and consciously thinking
about how to construct poems.

On the level of artifice, Larry Levis’“My Story in a Late Style of Fire” and Dean Young’s “One Story” were essential models
for “Family Elegy...” Levis’ poem inspired me to think of the past (both real
and imagined) in terms of charged and unresolved images that evolve emotionally
and associatively against different backdrops. Since I first heard the story of
my relative who died in the Cocoanut Grove fire, I’ve been compelled to imagine
the terrible sublimity of his death. Yet, being trampled to death in a fire or
identifying the body of a loved one who has been trampled to death in a fire
are experiences that I can’t fully access. When I try, I become a frantic
spectator.

Dean Young’s “One Story,” which is a swerving,
sweeping plural, even “postmodern” poem, gave me a framework for a quest that recognizes
its own impossibility. Young’s precedent inspired me to turn Levis into an
actual character in the poem. His life and early death provided a corollary for
exploring how both private and public historical discourse mythologize the
dead. In the course of this exploration, I started to see this myth-making as
essential to the function of history because it tames the unknowable and imbues
it with a purpose or a lesson.

Finally, I liked to swim late at night
in the pool of the apartment complex where I lived in Florida, so I guess
there’s some aquatic, nocturnal quality to the poem’s rhythms and images,
despite the fact that it’s ostensibly about fire.

How did this poem arrive at its final
form? Did you consciously employ any principles of technique?

In “Family Elegy…” I wanted to make the
false starts and frames that are often edited out as part of the revision
process essential parts of the whole. Early on, I decided that I needed a
fairly mannered container (long-lined couplets) to give shape to all of the
chaos. After this, it became a matter of deciding which shifts were more
effective and necessary. Originally, the cause of the fire was mentioned, and the
scene of the fire was imagined in more detail. Gradually, I realized that the
poem was less about these specifics, and more about interpreting the
afterimages.

Was there anything unusual about the way in which
you wrote this poem?

I made a conscious effort to defer and
distract the narrative focus from what felt like the poem’s emotional center
until it was absolutely necessary.

How long after you finished this poem
did it first appear in print?

A draft of this poem was published in
The Rumpus in the winter of 2010, about six months after I began writing it.

How long do you let a poem “sit” before
you send it off into the world? Do you have any rules about this or does your
practice vary with every poem?

I don’t have rules, although I’ve
learned that poetry and instant gratification seldom go hand and hand for me.

Could you talk about fact and fiction
and how this poem negotiates the two?

I think the poem deals with the
impossibility of distinguishing the two. Facts are cold and tireless. When we
care about them, they lead us to imagination. The result is a duet between the
known and our strategies of filling in or explaining the unknown.

Is this a narrative poem?

Yes.

Do you have any particular audience in
mind when you write, an ideal reader?

I don’t have a particular audience in
mind, although I’ve come to realize that I’d rather be accused of writing poems
that feel too much, rather than too little. So maybe I’m writing for all of the
big, reckless feelers out there.

Did you let anyone see drafts of this
poem before you finished it? Is there an individual or a group of individuals
with whom you regularly share work?

At the time, I had a bi-weekly workshop
with a few friends from graduate school, and I was actively sharing work with
my mentor, Erin Belieu. I like to share my work with insightful, brutal readers
whom I trust, and the structure and deadlines of a small workshop suit me.
Since I moved from Florida to Wisconsin in the summer of 2010, I’ve kept in
touch with the same readers via phone and email.

How does this poem differ from other
poems of yours?

I think it’s more expansive.

What is American about this poem?

“Family Elegy” deals with displacement, violence, and myth. In
many ways, it’s about immigrant experience, which foregrounds the idea of the
past as another country or language that is somehow larger and more important
than the present. It’s also one of my poetry love letters to Larry Levis, who
is the quintessential post 1960’s American poet for me. I think I structured
the intuitive forces of “Family Elegy…” around the final lines of his poem, “My
Story in a Late Style of Fire”: “It is so American, fire. So like us./Its
desolation. And its eventual, brief triumph.”

Was this poem finished or abandoned?

“Family Elegy” has been doted on,
neglected, and abandoned, but I don’t think it will ever feel completely
finished.

8 comments:

"maybe I’m writing for all of the big, reckless feelers out there". Big, reckless feeler here saying that this poem is a success. I think the form is very fitting for the content and I love how she bridges similarities between fire and water.

This is the fantastic post. This post provided a lot information and these kinds of posts helps to keep users contribution with the positioning and to have concerning expression.How to Write a Great Poem

This is the fantastic post. This post provided a lot information and these kinds of posts helps to keep users contribution with the positioning and to have concerning expression.How to Write a Great Poem

About Me

Brian Brodeur is the author of the poetry collections Natural Causes (2012), which won the 2011 Autumn House Poetry Prize, and Other Latitudes (2008), winner of the University of Akron Press’s 2007 Akron Poetry Prize, as well as the chapbooks Local Fauna (Kent State University Press 2015) and So the Night Cannot Go on Without Us (2007). A former Walter E. Dakin Fellow at the Sewanee Writers’ Conference and Associate Editor for The Cincinnati Review, he is Assistant Professor of English at Indiana University East. He lives with his wife and daughter in Richmond, IN.